Listen, I brought you here today because i have to inform you of something you may not wish to hear. You are about to be 'taken care of'. Your leader, Yourself, and your friends are about to have a war waged on you in two weeks time. You are, from my understanding, at the top of this hit-list. I am not allowed to share with you more information than that as this could possibly compromise a lot for the bureau. 

Conor takes a swig of his coffee. 

Right now, everyone is acting buddy-buddy with each other. Business is booming and parties continue to rage on. The truth is They are all working to take each other out. This is nothing that is too surprising about this. If you have a thought that your family is invincible i want to remind you that every person who has entered this life has died. Now i have it on good authority there is a war brewing. A few bastards are conceiving a plan as we speak to overtake your criminal organization. 

Conor lays a newspaper down next to you. You pick it up and look at the inside. You stumble across some threatening images. 

Betrayal is nothing new in the life you chose. The right hand of your very crew is in talks with the group who is planning the assassination of your leader. They will hack your leaders bank account and pass it on to someone else hours before a single shot will be fired. It will start out to look like a rogue shot, some random person will have killed the Left Hand of your family. It will put everyone on guard. Your leader will find themself active for a few hours looking to get news on the hit. After that occurs when they head out your family is going to be shot at repeatedly. All you goomba's will be dead in two weeks time. If you think i am not being serious with you ask your little mob buddies who has been pick-pocketed lately. They are setting up for a massive hit on you all.

 Being that i need you as much as you need me i have devised a security plan to keep you safe. Although i can not guarantee anything i am certainly aiming to bring you out of this alive because gods know the onslaught is too much for your uppers to handle. 

First, i want you to regularly travel. Never stay in the center of any district. This also means don't find yourself in any coffee shops or businesses and if you have to attend one do it and then leave the city. Second, get yourself a couple of bodyguards and start upgrading them this is a matter of your safety so this is not an option, this is mandatory. Finally, meet with your hit squad leader. Let them know that each family, every form of opposition, needs to have an ordered list of who to hit in the emergency of war. Right now there is only two families aiming to bring destruction to you they are garnering support, at least they are attempting to. 

I have to depart and head to Seattle for a few days. I will be in touch with any further developments. 

Wait up....

Conor's voice is faint but you hear it. 

It really doesn't matter, no one will see or hear us talking. They don't take much interest in things they don't understand. 

Glancing over his shoulder Conor pushes you into an antique store.

Listen to me carefully. There are people who have died recently who were minor parts of the plan. My sources have informed me that their plot to bury you and yours has increased steadily. If you know how this works you know these kind of events are always stringed together. 

Looking at your new bodyguards who are standing outside the antique shop.

I am glad you listened to me. I just wish you could have gotten some more athletically appealing thugs to watch your back. These guys will be absolutely no protection to you unless you start training them. I don't really want you to share this information with anyone. As soon as you start telling people you know something one of two things will happen. First your leader will cut you off thinking you are a rat or sellout or Second they will think you are crazy and just believe everything you hear in the streets. You need to be subtle with your words. Get them to think about other leaders. Watch the time of which everyone works. Write it down and notice who works together and who doesn't. This life is an unending pattern that once you figure out you will be okay. 

Conor holds up a rare chess set that had came from Europe. 

People always say, when you want to play chess you have to be two moves in front of your opponent. Thats nonsense kid. You just have to be one step. So long as your one step ahead they will never catch up. 

Putting the chess set in his arms he brings it to the cashier. He pays for it and walks out. Conor hands you the chess set outside the antique shop. 

I trust you have brought me the things i wanted. 

Reluctantly handing them over Conor snatches them from your hand.

You remember your life is on the line. You need to be careful on who you speak with as well. Stop blabbering with people who arent in your family. I told you last time that people are 'acting' buddy-buddy but they aren't. Keep traveling. Watch your back. Most of all stay one step ahead of everyone. 

Conor comes running past you.

Come with me!

The two of you run for a block or two into an abandoned warehouse. He pulls out his gun and aims it at you.

WHO DID YOU TELL?!

Your hands go up in the air. Your caught off guard and your bodyguards are still too out of shape to get down the street.

THE WHOLE FAMILY I WAS TELLING YOU ABOUT IS AFTER ME. YOU TALKED I KNOW YOU DID! 

He starts pacing around the room. His tie is undone and he looks a wreck. His focus has shifted into the possibilities that something sinister is about to occur. 

I CANT BELIEVE THIS. They are going to kill me and it will be made to look like a suicide. I need to leave the city. I TRUSTED YOU.

Conor points the weapon at your face. The barrel is at your forehead and you feel the pressure of the metal creating marks on your head.

Listen. Remember everything i said. Watch your fucking back. They will be coming for you. As soon as i am out of the picture you are going to be taken out. 

Conor quickly left. He went to his hotel he was staying at and locked the doors. He started packing his suitcase as fast as he could. He continued to move around the room looking out the window. He saw a man standing out at the street corner looking back at him.

shit. Shit. SHIT. What the fuck.

He pulled his gun out to check if it was loaded. Putting it back at his waist there was a knock on his door. He pulled out the weapon and opened the door seeing it was just the hotel manager he unchained the lock and fully opened the door. 

How can i help you? 

Immediately three men bum rushed Conor to the bed. They wrestled the gun out of his side and held him down. They continued to swear at him as he started to scream. Opening the window they held him on the ledge. 

You cant do this. Im a federal agent! 

The men had pushed him out the window where he had fallen several stories to his unfortunate death. Conor's demise was perfectly set up to look like a suicide. The hotel manager and the men that were there had rearranged the room to be made as if there was no struggle and if it was just a stressed out man on his last string. The man who was on the street corner walked up to Conor and knelt down. 

He showed his face to Conor one more time. The man was you. You had ordered the kill of Conor the federal agent.